Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Man in Me, artist - Frank Foster. Date of issue: 02.09.2013
Song language: English
Old Man in Me |
| Well these old work boots, they’ve become my Sunday shoes |
| And these old calloused hands, I’ve grown accustomed to |
| I can’t hardly fight the way I’m turning out to be |
| Yeah, I’m seeing my old man in me |
| This old cur dog has become my best friend |
| Yesterday we hit the woods and tomorrow we’ll do it again |
| There’s something bout an old creek bottom that makes me feel free |
| Yeah, I’m seeing my old man in me |
| And I can’t hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come |
| around |
| Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be |
| But now that I’m older and I’m living slower I’m seeing my old man in me |
| I can’t go nowhere without bringing my pocket knife |
| I probably won’t use it, I’m just used to it in my front pocket, left side |
| I spend my spare time wetting a line or either perched up in a tree |
| Yeah, I’m seeing my old man in me |
| And I can’t hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come |
| around |
| Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be |
| But now that I’m older and I’m living slower I’m seeing my old man in me |
| I start every morning with my coffee black |
| I sit and watch the sun go down with an ice cold twelve pack |
| I turn on the radio and let Sr. sing to me |
| Yeah, I guess it’s my old man in me |
| Yeah, I’m seeing my old man in me |